I Became an Anonymous Boss

Fang Xuanji was held down by his shoulders in astonishment, his chest was hit by his knees, and he fell on his back in severe pain, bleeding profusely.

Wu Fu's close-to-body bunting skills are a fusion of various martial arts and fighting skills. Bai Taki is an undoubted master in this respect. On the other hand, Fang Xuanji is a complete rookie, and it is impossible to learn how to roll up his sleeves and fight.

This battle seemed quite outrageous.

After the big Rubik's Cube Xuanji turned into a demon, his strength surpassed that of Confucian saints by more than a notch, but he had no power to fight back under Bai Taki's beating. On the contrary, he was even weaker than before. The first demon is fighting.

Both sides are facing opponents who are weaker than themselves, and they can defeat ruthless characters with three moves at most. If the big devil is just a fake, the gray-robed old monk will not be defeated so badly. If it is not for something wrong with Fang Xuanji Well, the key question is naturally on Shirataki, which means that he has used some means to pull the other party to a very low level.

Fang Xuanji thought it was some kind of weird blindfold, but soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He found that the magic energy in his body was really rapidly weakening, exhausting, and even declining.

Fang Xuanji felt that his power was losing, and the direction of the flow was completely unclear. Could it be the decline caused by incomplete demonization?

He noticed Shirataki's polite yet funny smile, and shouted, "What did you do!"

Bai Taki said flatly: "It's a simple thing, this trick, let's call it...returning to zero."

Fang Xuanji was numb.

Shirataki said calmly: "Before you doubted what kind of system I was, and you were sure that I was not a martial artist. Your guess was correct. I am indeed not a martial artist. My system does not belong to the system of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and martial arts. To be exact, In other words, I don't even need to go through the gate of heaven, because my system ... 'feeds on demons'."

He spit out four words that made Fang Xuanji tremble.

"My practice initially used evil spirits as the basic material to extract the true qi of the heavenly demon, through the acquired innate realm similar to that of a martial artist, and then through the method of devouring to control the abilities of other systems, such as the heavenly king's vision of the heavenly king, Taoism's heavenly punishment and thunder calamity , the underworld of ghost cultivators, etc... However, these are not the core."

"When I stepped into the sixth heaven and completed the reversal, I finally got the core of this system's upgrade."

"The True Power of Heavenly Demon is not its real name. It's just a semi-finished product that I created before I couldn't fully grasp the reversal. It wasn't until I fully operated the reversal of Heavenly Demon for the first time that I finally understood what is the true posture of Heavenly Demon and this The essence of power."

"This is also the time the monk bought me. Before that, I didn't have the time to think about it."

"This force is called 'karma.'"

"There are two characteristics of karma, increase and weaken."

"Amplification is to strengthen oneself. The greater the karma, the more one can enhance one's strength."

"To weaken is to weaken the opponent."

"According to the different ways of use, the former is the true nature of the demon, and the latter is the fair field of special codes."

"It doesn't matter if you can't beat you head-on, we'll weaken you to the same level as mine, and let's fight for the victory."

Bai Taki flicked his sleeves lightly, and ink colors floated between the sky and the earth, and the capital of Southern Tang Dynasty looked like an ink painting.

"There were no so-called land gods before me."

"There is no such thing as a demon master."

The demon sneered with evil contempt and squeezed his fists.

"Next is a one-on-one fair fight between men, and this is your only chance to kill me."

"Isn't it because you're afraid?"

Fang Xuanji got up, wiped the blood on his face, and said with a sinister smile, "You asked for it!"

The big demon swelled in an instant, freed from the shackles of the body, even if he turned into a demon, he was naturally incapable of being human.

Flesh is useless, rewrite the body, a demon man with white bones armored over two meters, with a white bone blade protruding from his arm.

A hoarse roar came from the throat: "I will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!"

Shirataki laughed heartily.

"Okay, today's fight... will never end!"

"Let the world take a look. Those who dare to degenerate into demons will not escape death even if they are immortals!"

"There are no land gods before me!"

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It's over.

The rest is just a fight.

It looks like a fight between humans and demons, but it is actually a fire union between demons and demons.

Bai Taki's eyes turned red, and so did Fang Xuanji.

The latter directly abandons the posture of being a human, and rewrites and distorts its own life form arbitrarily through the characteristics of the devil. From all angles, it is no longer a living thing. powerful.

But its characteristics are weakened to the minimum under the suppression of karma.

Without the supply of huge demon energy, the opponent's strength is constantly exhausted every moment.

Shirataki still retains his physique as a martial artist, refining the opponent's magic energy and transforming it into his own karmic support.

This is destined to be a protracted battle, and the competition is about who will be the first to run out of fuel.

Waiting for Shirataki's karma to run out, Fang Xuanji may still have a chance to escape.

But if Shirataki could support it until his bones were broken and his flesh was trampled to pieces, he would definitely die.

In the final analysis, the competition is the background.

Also willpower.

It was less than an hour before Shirataki perfected the reversal of the celestial demon, and then grew into a real celestial demon.

The same is true for Fang Xuanji, who is not fully familiar with the life form of the Great Demon.

There is not much difference in the realm, and it is not to mention the background and backhand. It is already trying my best to get to this point!

The idea that supported Fang Xuanji was his reluctance to die.

Now that Fang Xuanji has become a big devil, his goal has almost been achieved, the next best choice is to evacuate.

It's Gou Yibo, slowly accumulating strength, recovering from injuries, and accumulating slowly.

Although he lost, he didn't lose completely.

Then there are countless opportunities and infinite time to fight Shirataki.

It is not impossible to become an old enemy passed down from generation to generation like Ganon and Link.

Bai Taki, on the other hand, was absolutely unwilling to let Fang Xuanji live on. For something that could be done once and for all, he had to become an ancestral boss, which could only be done with great care.

When weeds are cut, the roots must be removed, and when people kill people, they dig their ancestors' graves.

Naturally, Shirataki's offensive was aimed at killing him, and he didn't even care about his own injuries.

In the ink-colored scroll that can hardly be seen by others, the desperate fight is continuing.

He fought all the way and covered a distance of hundreds of feet, leaving a winding line of reddish-brown blood on the royal road.

The crowd had already fled, Bai Taki picked up a spear from the ground, it was probably left by the garrison or some Jiang Hu person, with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the spear pierced through the air and penetrated into Fang Xuanji's stomach.

The feeling of piercing is like a spear piercing into a pig's blister, and with a slight turn, the liquid splashes out with some flesh and blood fragments, and falls on the ground, which is completely fatal to ordinary people.

But the demon who was stabbed suddenly tightened his abdominal strength, and the white bones grew wildly like fangs. He bit the spear, and the crack in the bone stuck it to death. Taki.

The young man let go, Cong Yun's sword slashed down, splitting the blood-stained pig's head in two, and the pig's brain sprinkled on the ground, turning into a white paste.

He didn't stop at all.

Lacking the power to shake the earth, and the power to destroy mountains and fill lakes at every turn, it seems that he is restrained everywhere, but in fact it doesn't have much impact on him.

Bai Taki has come all the way from an ordinary person, and he has practiced for less than five years. He doesn't have the style of a master who has practiced martial arts for many years, but what he trusts most is his own physique. , On the contrary, it has a special taste, the subtlety of perception, the change of one trick and one style, the thinking of switching between battles, from complex to simple, back to basics.

He took a wrong step forward, gliding away with slippery flesh and blood on the soles of his feet, and the blade pointed at Fang Xuanji's head, drawing a beautiful arc.

Fang Xuanji pulled out the spear in his belly with his backhand, the dignified Confucian saint was already a complete monster, without any human appearance.

Shaking the spear in his hand, the spilled blood was like the red tassels of the spear, and when the spear touched Cong Yunjian, sparks erupted from the weapon.

Bai Taki slashed down the spear, the tiger's mouth was shaken, Cong Yunjian left his hand, paused for a second, stepped on the half of the spear pierced into the ground under his feet, bent slightly to exert force, and jumped three meters high with the elasticity of the gun shaft.

The big demon was steady and motionless, and the sharp white bone spurs on both hands pierced the figure in the sky.

Bai Taki's right hand was empty, and was about to hit the opponent's arm. There was nothing he could do, he could only exchange injuries for injuries, but he suddenly switched, raised his left hand, and the Cong Yun sword that left his hand flew around the two of them, and fell back precisely to his left hand .

So he slashed down with his sword, and Fang Xuanji's arm was cut off in the clear sound of the sword.

The half of the fallen arm still remained alive, and the five fingers twisted, like a reptile trying to escape, and then was stepped on by Shirataki's foot, the flesh and bones were crushed, turning into ink-colored traces all over the ground, blending into the hazy ink-colored painting roll.

"Huh..." Bai Taki raised his weapon, "Cut off your arm first."

Inhuman monsters are not human from every angle, and they won't die easily if they are severely injured. The best way is to cut it into scorpions.

As soon as the words fell, the demon stepped on the ground suddenly, pried up half of the bluestone on the ground, the flying bluestone spun in mid-air, and smashed towards Shirataki. Like the piercing stabs launched by the Eight Great Spears, a furious dragon pierces the heart with one move.

Stabbed!

Half a dead pig.

The bluestone slab was cracked, and half a pork was hanging on the bone spur.

Shirataki was nowhere to be seen, nor was he there.

The big demon also grew two eyes on the back, trying to see the six directions.

But he still couldn't find it, so he blinked, where could he disappear?

Fang Xuanji felt a slight vibration under his feet, and realized that the attack was coming from the ground. The broken spear broke through the ground, and the spear pierced his knee, and was stepped back to the ground by the big demon.

Not underground either!

In just a few seconds, the atmosphere suddenly became besieged on all sides. The honor of the big devil was enough to replace the role of the tyrant in Resident Evil, but now he got the script of the heroine of the Japanese-style horror movie. .

The big demon was restless, and when he was about to leave here to change places, he saw the half of the dead pork on the ground suddenly jumping up from the dead, and the white pork smashed over his head and face, and was torn apart by the violent devil energy out of thin air, turning into a Meat rain.

Only then did Shirataki slowly appear. It turned out that he had been lying on the ground, covering his body with half a piece of pork, buying himself about [-] seconds of recovery time. hand.

He lowered his head and bent slightly to avoid the burst of demonic energy passing over his head. A layer of deep dents were left on the pillars half of the street, and even trees rose from the ground. The move that the big demon had accumulated for a long time was completely lost empty space.

Bai Taki flicked the blade of the sword lightly with his finger, throwing away the Congyun Sword, the clouds transformed into countless sharp swords, and fell from the sky, like a heavy rain.

The big demon raised his hands, spreading the little power left, like an umbrella to cover the rain.

Bai Taki stared at the sword energy he had released, and approached the big demon three steps away.

Bone fangs suddenly sprouted from the belly of the big demon, stabbing Shirataki like eight long spears.